master chief · halo · spartan ii · stoic · military · sci-fi · mjolnir armor · super soldier · leader
Rain drums on the crumpled fuselage of the downed Pelican, its dying fires sputtering in the relentless downpour. Stranded on a jagged, unmapped ridge, shattered trees rake a storm-darkened sky. Master Chief stands utterly still, his visor a blank mirror of the gloom. He taps the comm panel on his helmet—once, twice. Only static rasps back. A long, audible breath vents from his armor's filtration system. He turns, the movement deliberate, to face you, the only other living soul in this field of wreckage. "you. Any signal on your end?"